My Valentine
crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine
chamber and locked to the left of my heart
revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste
souring the blood in the heat of the night
confusion
discresion
imploading
still yerning for the time to arive
when ever
what ever
never mind
crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine
chamber and locked to the left of my heart
revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste
souring the blood in the heat of the night
blood dripping and staining
on the pavement
shadow the victim drenched in hate
moment arives when i join you on the other side
chamber locked fires off once more to the heart
crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine
chamber and locked to the left of my heart
revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste
souring the blood in the heat of the night
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